The Greek's Pregnant Bride

‘I didn’t mean to imply that you were spoilt. I appreciate the Mondelli name has been a mixed blessing for you.’

‘And the Markos name?’ she said, glad to be able to turn the conversation onto him. ‘Has that been a mixed blessing for you?’

He raised a shoulder. ‘The Markos name is nothing special. It doesn’t stand for anything.’

‘Yes, it does. It stands for hard work, determination and guts.’

‘Guts?’

‘Rocco told me you got into Columbia on a scholarship. That alone tells me how hard you’ve had to work to get where you are.’

‘We all have our crosses to bear, whatever background we’re born into,’ he said quietly. He tapped on the dividing window. Amidst a hail of tooting horns, the car came to a stop. ‘We will walk from here.’

* * *

marble tables with checked paper table-cloths were crammed inside and out, every one of them taken. Inside, a man played an accordion, the music only just audible above the raucous noise of the patrons, while pictures of celebrities lined the walls in haphazard fashion above empty bottles of wine

pot belly she’d ever seen ambled over to them, his arms outstretched. In a flurry of Greek, he pulled Christian into a tight embrace, slapping kisses on his cheeks, all of which Christian returned before

‘Mikolaj doesn’t

yanked into Mikolaj’s embrace, which finished with an affectionate ruffle of her hair, much as if she were a

until he was certain she was sitting comfortably—although how comfortable anyone could be when

took the seat opposite. The table was so small his long legs brushed against hers. She waited for him to move them but realised there

ignore the heat brushing up her legs. ‘This place is

eyebrows. ‘You like

is exactly how I imagined a Greek restaurant to be. You can feel

home city, that had caused its construction?

place apart from the food?’ he

tell me you own

This is

this busy?’ It was a Monday evening,